Posts tagged ‘Corneal abrasion’

We’re hanging with the Assistant. She’s checking his eyesight. Eyesight in the right eye – the one with the corneal abrasion – seems much worse to me but I’m not the professional, obviously. Now we are waiting for Dr. Ro.

If y’all could say a prayer it’s not something super serious on top of the corneal abrasion. I’d really appreciate it.

Dr. H just left. He’s either very stressed or he saw something he didn’t like but isn’t sharing the news with me. He checked out Gavin’s eye and corneal abrasion, which is now oozing “pussy drainage”. He left the room to go call Dr. Ro and see if he could squeeze Gavin in today because of the “pussy drainage” and the fact that his eye is so red and inflamed now.

Good news! Dr. Ro can squeeze us in but we are going to be here for a while since they don’t think we’ll get in till sometime around 2pm.

Ew…the receptionist just said, “Oh my! He was just here for a corneal abrasion in September 2009! He hasn’t even made it a full year, the poor thing.” Yeah thanks for that info. *sigh*

Or in Gavin’s case, lay across his chair and my lap. We’ve seen the nurse. She brought in the eye exam kit for Dr. H, which will likely result in lots of screaming and another migraine for me. (Yippee.).

He keeps scratching all over and the nurse and I are praying he isn’t allergic to the Tylenol 3 because it’s really helping him. Then again if Tylenol 3 is related at all to morphine (which wouldn’t surprise me since no doctor ever gives it to me) it’s possible given I’m allergic to morphine. He told the nurse his stomach hurt (he’s nauseated) and dizzy, which concerned her until I explained that the abrasion is in the dead center of his vision. That’s going to make him dizzy when he walks, which makes him nauseous.

Gavin and I are currently sitting in the waiting room of The Amazing Dr. H waiting for Gavin’s follow-up from the corneal abrasion. His eye is looking a little better on the outside but worse (to me) on the inside. I figure we’ll see Dr. H and then have to make to an appointment tomorrow with Gavin’s Opthamologist, Dr. Ro. Or maybe I’ll get lucky, the Powers That Be will smile upon me and today will be the only follow-up since tomorrow is booked solid.

My morning began with Mr. Emmett John waking up and refusing to go back to sleep at 4AM. Finally, at 6:30-7AM, when I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, I handed Emmett John over to Rob and went back to bed. Yeah, that was short lived.

When 8AM rolled around all too quickly Elliott Richard woke me up saying that Gavin had “poked himself in the eye”. I couldn’t hear the screaming yet and also couldn’t figure out why Rob needed me to help with this slight injury.

Turns out Gavin and Elliott Richard were playing in the Play Room and Gavin went digging through the Toy Box. Somehow in his enthusiasm he didn’t notice the piece of plastic race track sticking out of the Toy Box.

In he dove.

The track raced up to meet him, square in his right eye.

And the screaming, flailing and blind (literally) swinging punches began.

When I got downstairs Gavin was on the stairs to try and limit his ability to harm himself or others with his blind flailing and swinging. He had also rubbed his eye to the point of making his whole eyelid pink and extremely swollen. Every time we tried to get his eye open to survey the damage, it triggered another round of screaming, flailing and blind swinging. Not to mention, although clearly I am, the high-pitched, ear-splitting, migraine inducing (seriously, he gave me a migraine that I can’t get rid of) screeching. When he finally allowed me to look at his eye it appeared to me that he had a long corneal abrasion/scratch. It looked nasty.That was the point we decided to go to the Children’s Hospital over waiting to see Dr. H tomorrow.

So I woke my sister up at 8-ish AM on the 4th of July to ask beg her to go with me since it was very likely that restraint in some form was going to be necessary. Plus, with Grandma and Pa-Pa G in Michigan for a wedding someone had to sit with the Boys. So Trisha went with me because she is far more entertaining than Rob in these situations. 😉

The ER at the Children’s Hospital got us back right away and they were really kind to Gavin right off the bat. We had a bit of a wait once in the room because there was a little kid with some pretty serious injuries that needed to be tended to. And Gavin screamed and screeched nearly the whole time!

Then there were moments when the drama was about knee deep or more. I don’t say that to be mean but I about died when he threw his hand out with his snotty tissue between his fingers like it was toxic and said, “Can someone please throw this away for me because I can’t see?” Of course, he failed to notice that he couldn’t see because his eyes were squeezed shut about as tight as possible. (lol)

Once the doctor came in, the screaming and screeching increased but we also got some answers and treatment. So it was a pretty even trade-off. He peeked at Gavin’s eye and said he could see the abrasion with his naked eye. He also said if you can see a corneal abrasion with your naked eye, it’s pretty bad! Then he numbed up Gavin’s eye, put in some dye so he could see the full extent of the abrasion and some other eye drops which he said were like Neosporin for his eye.

When he put the dye in and used his pocket black light to look at his eye and see the extent of the damage – how large and deep – he allowed Trisha and I too see. It’s big! Even the doctor said it was pretty big. It’s about the size and almost the shape of an eraser at the end of a pencil (in real life, not the size of that one on the left lol).

Gavin was discharged with eye drops and a prescription for Tylenol 3 for the pain. The doctor said that regular Tylenol would help but for an abrasion as bad as Gavin’s he would recommend the Tylenol 3. So, Tylenol 3 it is.

Once he was discharged we made it for home. Now that Gavin has had his medications, he’s been asleep since just after we got home. Unfortunately, Gavin’s screaming and screeching gave me a horrible migraine but Emmett John’s screaming and screeching keep feeding it. And I don’t get to go back to bed, which is incredibly unfair if you ask me. 😉

Gavin, Trisha the Sista and will be spending the beginning of ours in the local Children’s Hospital.

Gavin was searching through the toybox this morning and in his search he poked/speared himself in the right eye with a large piece of plastic race track. Once he stopped screaming and flailing long enough for me to look at it the slice in his cornea was plain as day.

So off we go. I’ll update as I am able. Please send up some prayers because this is going to require that he be restrained at some point.

I am the co-sleeping, attachment parenting, no-spanking mama. Outside of my family, I live for art and writing. I keep journals, baby books, date books...anything to help me help my boys know who we are, where we came from and all that we've survived. My children are my life. I struggle everyday with my relationship with God and trying to end my crisis of faith. I have Fibromyalgia, which is a chronic pain disorder and effects every aspect of my life. I love to write and the act of writing, which I believe is a dying art. I am a cat person. I love my Cleo and I don't care for dogs. That being said, I love my Maggie Sue. I love my friends and family; everything I do is for them. I think; more than I should. I talk; more than most. I'm creative; in almost everything I do.

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Rob, my darling husband is everything I could ever want in a spouse. He's my best friend, a wonderful father to our boys, and a dedicated provider. He would give you the shirt off his back if he thought it would help. The again, he could also sell ice to eskimos if the mood struck him. He runs our construction company and our computer repair business. Then he spends what precious free-time he has learning all he can about electronics and computers. He enjoys creating operating systems for smart phones and sharing them with other smart phone users. He also loves the outdoors, playing video games, playing with the boys, creating slide shows from pictures and videos with music, and hanging out with family. He is one of the most caring and compassionate people I've ever had the joy to know and I love him more than words could ever express. He has sacrificed so very much for our family and we all love him so much. For once, I don't have the words to express it adequately.

Height: 4ft 8.5in Weight: 76.5lb Gavin is my oldest. He's seen more in 10 years than most have seen in a lifetime, only he doesn't have the tools to process any of it. He has Asperger's/high-functioning Autism, OCD, ADHD, Bi-Polar Disorder, PICA, Sensory Integration Disorder and Conduct Disorder. Not to mention that he's prone to psychological breakdowns. He's quick and clever, highly intelligent and incredibly manipulative. He's a blue belt in Karate, loves art class and writing stories, and excells in math and science. He loves his blankets and tries to sleep with more stuffed animals than he has room for in bed. He loves Legos and it's nothing short of amazing the things I've seen him do with them. Gavin's entire world is in his head. Some days he is so lost in his own universe, that we are lucky to get through to him and connect at all. Whereas some days, he seems fine. He interacts with us and seems like every other American boy. Other days we can't seem to do anything right and everything sets him off because he's so sensitive from not being used to "living on the outside". To that end, everyday with Gavin is a challenge and a constant balancing act on the head of a pin. Not a moment goes by that I don't pray for the patience and guidance to help Gavin navigate a society that he is unable to understand. A society that is, for the most part, unwilling or unable to understand him.

Height: 36.9in (34%) Weight: 31lb 12oz (50%) Elliott Richard is our first preemie miracle. Born at 36 weeks gestation, he was practically perfect in everyway except for those pesky lungs. He was born with Premature Lung Disease, which partnered with other complications caused him to spend his first 10 days in the NICU. He's now a happy, healthy 3 year old "terrorist" who refuses to potty train. He's sweet, compassionate, afffectionate and silly. His clear blue eyes and curly hair help him to get away with far more trouble than he should. He loves Lightning McQueen, Hot Wheels cars and asking questions. He's always willing to be a "super helper", unless of course he isn't. He is an amazing big brother and does his best to take good care of both his brothers. Although he's often confused and believes that he is the oldest of the three. He loves pizza, hates jo-jo potatoes, loves tubbies, hates bed time and will ask one question after another after another to try and stay awake. He loves to talk, just like his mother. He is a perfectionist when it comes to certain things and incredibly laid back when it comes to other things - like the state of his room.

Head circ: 48.8cm (75%) Length: 35.25in (98%) Weight: 26lb 1oz (41%) Mr. Emmett John is our moderate to profoundly deaf (they are sure of the exact extent of his hearing loss yet) baby of the family. He's my other preemie miracle, born at 36 weeks after many months of preterm labor. He managed to avoid the NICU only to return to the Peds Unit at 2 months with sleep apnea and then again at 11 months with dehydration. Now he's a year old and one by one slowly over-coming his health issues. He loves to eat! He's got a mischievous grin that he uses for trouble-making and general exploring mayhem. Then he has a beautiful grin that takes up his whole face and crinkles his eyes. He has a very curious personality and a selective sense of humor, which have already started to get him into quite a bit of trouble. There isn't a baby-gate that we've found that can hold him. No barracade that can keep him in (or out for that matter). When he sets his mind to something, look out. He doesn't talk yet but you can tell he's taking everything in, which scares me a little. To say that he is active is an understatement. His favorite toys are Daddy and Maggie Sue. He's picky about his sippy cups. Loves Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and Penguins of Madagasgar and loud music (so he can feel rather than hear it) - no matter what the tune. What can I say, it's tough being the baby.

Maggie Sue is my beautiful, energetic American Bulldog/Boxer mix. She looks so fierce that her name is a little play on words. We named her Maggie after the children's cartoon "Maggie & the Ferocious Beast". She loves peanut butter, snuggling, playing tug-of-war, doing tricks, her family and especially "her" babies. She loves the boys as if they were her own puppies. She cares for them and is so very careful with them. It's amazing. When they cry, she's right there checking them out. If there is noise outside, she checks it out. No one is harming "her" babies on her watch! She weighs 60lb but seems to believe she's a lap dog. When she decides it's time to snuggle, it's time to snuggle, by force (very gentle force but force nonetheless), if neccessary. As my Fibromyalgia has gotten worse she's become my comfort. Every night she climbs up on the couch next to me and lays half on my lap, very gently. It's almost as if she's trying to absorb my pain and stress; God bless her. She's never turned down a ride in the car - even to go to the vet. At night she isn't content unless she is sleeping on the foot of our bed...under the covers and most of the time entangled in our legs.

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